Love Can Sun The Realms Of Night.

A Deep Meaning Often Lies In Old Customs.

I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The World; I Have Loved.

Think With Awe On The Slow And Quiet Power Of Time.

An Honest Man You May Form Of Windle-straws, But To Make A Rogue You Must Have Grist.

Appearance Should Never Attain Reality, And If Nature Conquers, Then Must Art Retire.